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did take place, fifty miles must have been gone 

 over. I have mentioned the gentleman's name al- 

 ready, who told this run to me ; but after what I 

 have said of it, I would be afraid to tell who he is ; 

 but he swears it is a fact, and that he finished it too, 

 and rode home through Mullinavat with Captain Doyle 

 Che is dead though), where they both gave meal and 

 water to their horses, and brandy and water to them- 

 selves till they got drunk ! — small blame to them after 

 such a run ! 



I am now coming to a gloomy portion of my tale. 

 The facts have, as you and every one else know, 

 then, and ever since, when alluded to, cast a pall of 

 darkness over the brightest scene of a fox-hunter's 

 career — the death of Henry, third Marquis of Water- 

 ford — " the Marquis," as he was, and ever will be 

 styled. 



On his return from Liverpool, where he had not 

 the good fortune to see his horse even placed for 

 the Grand National, he heard of the extraordinary 

 run we had in his absence, and which I have just de- 

 scribed. A day or two after, well remembered by all 

 to be the 29th of March, 1859, his fixture was Castle- 

 morris, the seat of his old friend and stanch supporter 

 of fox-hunting, John de Montmorency (light lie the 

 sods over good '* John de Mont's " grave). A strag- 

 gling, slow run out of it to ground in Glenbower was 

 the first we had that day. His lordship got his second 

 horses at once, and trotted ofT to Corbally, to find the 

 good fox that gave us the run ten days before. A very 

 large field was out, as was always the case when 

 he met there. We found a fox in Corbally, which 

 took us over Milltown Hill, as did the other, but he 



